Adopting Motherhood

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Patrick is a fairly successful man who grew up with wonderful people that he could call his family, despite them not being his actual family. He was adopted at a very young age, and of course, he would eventually know the truth, something which did not challenge his relationship with his adoptive parents as he didn’t care that they weren’t his biological ones, the only thing he cared about was that they accepted and loved him as their son, and he was incredibly thankful for that.

He had no issues with being adopted, and at this point, he didn’t really care about meeting his biological parents, but ever since he knew about this, there was one thing that he always wanted to do: He wanted to have a child, or multiple children even, alongside a loving wife, he wanted to have kids that could grow up with all the love and attention they deserve from their biological parents, essentially, wanting to treat them just like his own adoptive one’s. It was a big goal of his, and he was optimistic he would achieve it, but his mind would sometimes be filled with doubt.

Despite having a job with a relatively high salary and having become independent a very long time ago, he had the resources and emotional maturity to have children, but he was missing one extremely important detail: he didn’t have a wife, and in case you were wondering, not a girlfriend either. He had always been shy in nature and that made meeting and befriending people a little challenging for him. He had few but very close friends he was content with, but he was struggling to find a woman who loved him and that shared that same excitement to become a parent, and his worry would only increase further as he got older and older.

Right now, he was in his mid-30’s, which many can still consider a young age, but he thought it was going to be harder to get a girlfriend due to his older look, many times glossing over the fact that at this age, most people didn’t really care much about appearance. Patrick would sometimes become sad at the thought of not being able to be a loving father. He could adopt a child, but he wasn’t confident in them growing to love him as a father, not to mention the fact that they wouldn’t have a mother either, which he thought was absolutely crucial. It was a bit of a tough pill to swallow, but he would try to brush it off and say that he was fine being alone, even though that’s not what he wanted.

One night, his mind would bring this topic back into the spotlight again, and he was just about to sleep too. He would struggle to fall asleep due to him ruminating, but eventually, he would start to calm down and felt himself falling asleep, but right before he could do so, he thought about the possibility of him being that mother, him being a loving and caring woman who’d nurture strong and healthy children, the thought was very cute, putting a smile on his face, but it was just a thought, and he knew that well, if only he could at least try it out…

The morning after, Patrick would wake up and do his usual morning routine, although he would have a bit of a hard time doing so as he felt a little bit ill, but not terribly so, just thinking that maybe he caught a cold or something. In the shower, he looked down at his naked body and felt like something was off about it, but he didn’t know what exactly. His body had indeed changed, but very subtly so, so he would just think that maybe it was just his lack of sleep that was throwing him off, so he didn’t pay much attention to it and continued doing his thing despite his whole body feeling ever so slightly more sensitive than usual.

Once it was time for breakfast, he noticed he wasn’t full, despite eating the same amount as always, so apart from eating his usual eggs, bacon and two slices of bread, he would make three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, something which he easily ate through and only then he felt full. Patrick was starting to get concerned about all these small things that were beginning to add up, but him preparing and devouring those sandwiches made him a bit late on schedule, so he had no other option than to rush towards his bedroom to get dressed before making his way to the train station.

Once at the station, he swore his hair was longer than normal, and his whole suit that fit perfectly prior now felt a bit loose. He couldn’t take a deeper look as to what was going on with his body as the train arrived. He saw the train was becoming full, which wasn’t unusual, so he just prepared himself to remain on his two feet during most if not the entire way to his job. What he did not expect though, was that a woman would give him her seat, perhaps she was just extremely kind, but Patrick didn’t know how to feel about the fact that the lady seemed to be pregnant, but at least she didn’t seem too far into it though.

After leaving the train, Patrick would find it tiring to walk to the building at which he worked, an odd thing considering he had grown used to walking that same distance, but it was all just because he was ill, right? Well, the man who increased more and more in femininity wouldn’t have much time to think about this as he was immediately tasked with stuff to do.

He tried to ignore all the weird sensations he felt while working, something that would pay off as he was done with everything, he was tasked with by lunch time, and while others were still stressing over finishing their stuff, Patrick could relax at least for an hour before he gets right back into doing another list of tasks. He was feeling good about himself, so he brushed off his ongoing changes and he told himself to check it out once he was back at home, but the oddities wouldn’t end there though. First of all, his height had significantly decreased alongside his more broad and muscular body shape, instead, becoming very slim and feminine. His hair was most definitely longer than before, but not to a great degree, but again, he chose to ignore these things and move on with his day.

During lunch, his appetite hadn’t decreased one bit, and a co-worker and friend of his was surprised about the amount of food he was about to eat, and being even more surprised by how easily he ate it all. Despite that though, he didn’t really comment about the fact that Patrick seemed to have breasts now, or that his pal looked incredibly feminine, even looking like he had makeup on. The two would strike a normal conversation, but then, after a bit of silence, the co-worker asked: “When are you due?”. Silence once again filled the room as Patrick was completely confused as to what he was referring to, but before he could ask about it, his friend would have to go back to his office to continue working, leaving the woman-looking man incredibly confused by what he asked.

He thought his afternoon would be more normal, but instead, it was the weirdest part of the day, as the sensations intensified, especially near his abdomen, a great feeling of discomfort would throw him off greatly, ignoring the fact his belly was ballooning up alongside his bust. After his shift was over, he was basically a woman by this point, not just appearance wise but he didn’t notice how only a single inch of his dick was left, and that a womb had developed within him, not to mention that now, he, or… well… she looked pregnant, even more so than the woman who gave her that seat on the train earlier, yet despite looking like a blimp and she herself feeling very bloated, she would waddle (literally) her out of the building, wanting to catch a break after doing all that work paired with the discomfort of her transformation.

Just as she was about to step out of the building, a man would shout the fact that ‘her water broke’. Patrick looked behind to see if there was a pregnant woman, but nothing, more oddly, everyone was staring at ‘him’. Everything hit like a truck as someone approached her and told her that ‘his’ water had broken. She looked down at her massive belly, and suddenly, her mind wasn’t thinking of work, going back home or taking a break, now, it was all centered around her… motherhood.

The world around her seemed to have frozen completely as she was hit with the realization that she was going to be a mother. She remembered the thoughts she had right before she fell asleep last night, thinking that maybe that, somehow, someway, triggered something that made her transform into a pregnant woman, but she didn’t have a choice right now, whether she liked it or not, whether she was prepared or not, she was going into labor…

Fast forward an entire year later, Patrick, or rather, Patricia, would be in a photoshoot with her lovely boyfriend, showing off her pregnant belly that was even bigger than her previous pregnancy, now being pregnant with triplets. Speaking of her previous pregnancy, she had grown incredibly content with her baby boy that was turning one year old this very day. She smiled at the camera, proud of her motherhood and womanhood. She struggled a lot to come to terms with everything, and perhaps she would’ve gone insane if it weren’t for her boyfriend, a man which she was going to be married to very soon.

Although none of this was planned and it was incredibly hard at first to get used to being a woman and a mother, she never thought of abandoning her child, no matter how hard it was for her to take care of him. In the end, all the pain and self-rediscovery would be worth it as she finally got to have her dream of being a parent, and the fact that she was now the one bringing life into this world only made her even happier than ever before.